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4.56 AVERAGE
4.56 AVERAGE
challenging
emotional
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
emotional
informative
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
dark
emotional
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
informative
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
emotional
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
An epic story about the shattering losses experienced by generations of Palestinians at the hands of violent white Jews from Europe. Gorgeously written, exquisitely sad and heartbreaking.
While reading this, particularly during a long night of insomnia, I thought a lot about how I was born the year before the Sabra and Shatila massacre, my first visit to occupied Palestine a few years later as a small child, the first intifada a few years after that. As a teenager, I visited the kibbutz built on land my European ancestors took from the village of Qaqun; I gazed at the border with the West Bank. I didn't know then about the Nakba, the Naksa, the prolonged and repeated brutality of Zionism. I believed the hasbara that Israel was a land for a people without a land. I believed that Muslims were not my cousins.
Now I know the truth, and am lucky to be in community with Palestinians whose ancestors survived.
May we see a free Palestine within our lifetimes. May I see my chosen daughter walk barefoot next to the Mediterranean Sea, her hijab rustling in the breeze, while her sons run around nearby and climb olive and citrus and fig trees. Her land, their land.
While reading this, particularly during a long night of insomnia, I thought a lot about how I was born the year before the Sabra and Shatila massacre, my first visit to occupied Palestine a few years later as a small child, the first intifada a few years after that. As a teenager, I visited the kibbutz built on land my European ancestors took from the village of Qaqun; I gazed at the border with the West Bank. I didn't know then about the Nakba, the Naksa, the prolonged and repeated brutality of Zionism. I believed the hasbara that Israel was a land for a people without a land. I believed that Muslims were not my cousins.
Now I know the truth, and am lucky to be in community with Palestinians whose ancestors survived.
May we see a free Palestine within our lifetimes. May I see my chosen daughter walk barefoot next to the Mediterranean Sea, her hijab rustling in the breeze, while her sons run around nearby and climb olive and citrus and fig trees. Her land, their land.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Genocide, Torture, War
challenging
dark
emotional
informative
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Content Warnings
Graphic: Death, Genocide, Gun violence, Rape, Sexual violence, Torture, Violence, War
wrong book for me at the moment. hope to return to it another time.
challenging
emotional
informative
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
emotional
informative
sad